Page 10 of Bound to the CEO

All pretense of restraint flees as I grab her head with both hands and hold her still. Sawing in and out, I undulate my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. Soft gasps and moans pour from the minute spaces around my cock, but they’re still muffled and quiet.

My knot expands, brushing against her chin with every stroke. Electrical pulses spike through me, starting from my tip and running through every vein. Harsh grunts fly past my lips as I fuck my wife’s mouth.

Her tongue laps at my underside, following the thick veins as I push even further, forcing my cock deep into her throat. That magical moment where her eyes widen in shock as she swallows around me sets my teeth on edge.

The need to claim, to conquer, and to mark flies through my brain. I nearly pull out and bury my teeth into her soft skin, but that would be highly inappropriate at work. As if what we’re doing right now isn’t inappropriate enough.

A loud, piercing ring shatters the erotic bubble, pulling my gaze away from Tiffany’s needy stare and back onto the clock. Dammit. I can’t stop now. Even if I want to. Pulling the phone up to my ear, I continue to rock back and forth, holding onto my omega’s head with my free hand.

Foreign voices flow over the receiver, and for a moment, I can barely understand what’s being said. Too much blood flow is being diverted to places much lower. But then, everything clears as my mind accommodates both my needs and wants.

I experience both pleasure and clarity. As I continue to defile Tiffany’s mouth with my cock, I converse with the sellers, speaking to them in harsh, commanding tones. What would they think right now if they knew I was dealing with them while a nubile omega knelt before me, tears streaming down her eyes as arousal coats her inner thighs?

Pulling out, I motion for Tiffany to get back on the desk. Cradling the phone between my cheek and shoulder, I hook my arms under her thighs and pull her forward, until her ass nearly hangs down off of the wood. As much as I want to come, I am far more desperate to see her fall apart—both acquisitions belonging to me at once.

I force four of my fingers into her, slapping my palm over her lips as a keening wail threatens to expose what it is I’m doing. “Hold on one moment.” Pulling my fingers out, I press the phone into my shoulder. “Touch yourself, Tiffany. Get yourself off on my fingers. That’s an order. I will not stop until you come.”

Without waiting for her reply, I bring the phone back up and start negotiating as I finger her tight pussy. Her inner walls ripple around me as her hips buck. Sweat beads on her skin as every muscle tightens, straining.

Though I can barely hear the sounds coming from her from behind my hand, I can feel the vibration against my palm. Her lips move about, questing, seeking. Asking them to hold again, I bring the phone down and pull my hand away.

“Bite down.” The moment her lips part, I slide the edge of my hand into her mouth, the meaty part forcing past her teeth. As I stare down at her, I take a moment to brush my thumb against her chin. At first, there’s hesitancy in her gaze as she looks up at me under thick lashes. “Did you hear me? Bite down. I want to feel your teeth against my skin.”

After a moment more, she finally bites. It’s light, at first, as if she’s scared to do as I’ve ordered. Then, as I ram my fingers into her pussy, she bites down harder as a strangled groan fills her chest.

It’s not hard enough to break the skin, but I definitely feel it. That small bite of discomfort makes my cock jerk painfully. All it does is fuel the lust, feeding it. God, I can’t wait for her teeth to be somewhere else, breaking skin, and tying me to her for eternity.

Putting the phone back in place, I continue teasing and tormenting my willing bride. It’s so hard not to come, but I hold back, seeing both to her pleasure and making sure I don’t wreck this deal in the process. Her small fingers work furiously at her clit as she rocks back and forth, mewling and moaning.

It’s so soft that only I can hear, but it still thunders through my brain, threatening to short-circuit my thoughts. Aggravation climbs up my spine as the men on the other end try to wheel and deal, making amendments to the agreement where none were before.

Barking into the phone, I put a stop to their antics, reminding them I am the one in charge of this acquisition. And as I pump in and out of Tiffany, I tell them exactly how this interaction will go down.

Though it takes several minutes to get to an agreement, the moment the word ‘deal’ slips from my lips, Tiffany’s body bows up. Her orgasm races through, causing her pussy to clench tight, nearly cutting off the circulation to my fingers.

Tossing the phone down, I do my best to slide in and out as I help her ride out her release. “Good girl,” I croon, easing my hand out of her mouth. Deep crescents line the skin, making my cock twitch once more. “My driver will take you home. I have some things to finish up, but I’ll be along shortly.”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathes, her chest heaving as she comes back down.

“He will show you to my room, where you will wait for me. Naked. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Pull your skirt down, fix your hair, and head out.”

God but she’s so alluring standing there, her skin flushed with afterglow. Her hair spikes out about her face in a tousled tangle, clearly revealing the actions that just took place. But oh, how I want to wreck her even more, destroying her fresh-faced appearance until every inch of her bears my mark.

CHAPTER 6

Tiffany

Walking on trembling limbs, I slide my hand along the side of the wall. Something to ground me as I leave the room. The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air as I pause, not wanting to leave just yet. As I turn to ask my husband if I can stay, I watch, mesmerized, as he pulls his pants back up and sets himself to rights.

It looks so effortless. As if he didn’t experience the same amount of discombobulation as I did. But when he turns to look at me, the fire in his gaze proves just how wrong I am. He wants me just as badly, but unfortunately, work has to continue.

I know and understand, and yet, it doesn’t completely drive the ache away from my heart. Taking in a fortifying breath, I open the door and step out into the fray. Part of me expects everyone to watch, hiding their smirks as I sulk over to my office.

But no one pays me any mind. Their heads are all buried in their work. Just like it should be. Blowing out a shaky breath, I quicken my pace, wanting to escape before awkward questions can be asked. Once I’m safely in my office, I slump into my chair, my head spinning.